London W11 was a pool of political activity in the seventies. In an
atmosphere of faded elegance there was much creativity and political
action. There was a mix of races with many people from
Afro-Caribbean countries with their colourful way of life. The area
was also very poor and there was much inequality. From this emerged
the political group the Black Panthers.
Then
there were the Women’s Liberation groups, socialists, marxists and
Lesbian radical feminists, together with all the gay men who held
weekly meetings in All Saints’ church hall. Most of the gay
political activists lived in W11, and I lived right in the middle of
it all. The whole area was full of writers, artists, dancers,
musicians and intellectuals. Heathcote Williams the poet, for
example, who wrote "The Whale", lived in Powis Square. There
were street theatres, buskers, and you could go to the Elgin pub on
Saturday night to hear live music and political satire. There was of
course the Electric Cinema, and Portobello Road itself with its open
air market. The whole place had a vibrant energy where people knew
each other and often helped each other in different ways. The Powis
Square play area came about because the local people fought for it
to be a public space for children. The
housing situation was terrible. Most people lived in one room if
they were lucky, so many people began to squat in the many empty
houses, which again became a political act. I remember one occasion
when the Kensington and Chelsea council members were invited to a
meeting in All Saints’ church hall. There were heated discussions,
and when the councillors did not give assurances that there would be
changes to help the people in the area, the doors were closed and no
one could leave. I was locked inside with all the others for hours.
The police came and couldn’t get in, and also by this time the press
had found their way to west London. It was early in the morning that
the doors were finally opened. The political people I knew did not
just talk, they acted on their beliefs.
There were so many people around W11 then, all in
their own way trying to make the world a better place. As well as
Rachel, Bob Mellors, Edith, and myself and Bobby, there were Paul
Theobald who later worked in aids charities; Bette Bourne of Queer
Theatre and Bloolips; Rex Lay, painter; Barbara Kletztky; Peter
Tatchell; Denis Lemmon of Gay News; Aubrey Walter; Tony Allan of
street theatre; Angela Weir now Angela Mason, now working for Blair;
Elizabeth Wilson; Richard, Julia, Chris, Lorna, Alison; Cloud, Tree,
Brook (because they wanted names free of gender), and
countless others going to GLF meetings, so many that I’ve lost
count.
There was always something going on. Posters and placards for
demonstrations had to be made, articles written, fly posting,
political graffiti, GLF politics, the women’s movement; these
together with all the others including the black political movements
made W11 a place of great vitality.
Many
people often said that their phones were being tapped by the police.
I do not know if that is correct, but I do know that there were very
many policemen at the demonstration marches. At one of these
political events I remember that a gay man in drag kissed a
policeman and was arrested for assault, and on another a policeman
scratched his arm on one of the bracelets of a gay man and this gay
man was charged with assault. There were demonstrations in pubs and
bookshops.
Gay
people went on buses and the tube, often gay men wearing women’s
clothes, carrying placards, distributing leaflets, and often kissing
someone of the same sex as a political act. There was always someone
who had been arrested and needed to be bailed out. Also it was said
that it was wise always to carry a solicitor’s telephone number with you so
that if you were arrested you had a solicitor at hand. The law
centre in Golborne Road was often used for this.
Most of all I knew all the people in Gay Liberation Front and in
Women’s Liberation Front politics. It was here that gay politics
really took off. Gay men walked along the streets and down the
Portobello Road in full drag.
The hippie culture thrived and
interacted with the gay culture.
 Weed and dope were widely used and
LSD was taken for heightened awareness, and especially to break down
fixed gender roles. Don Juan and The Doors of Perception was widely
read, and of course all the music of the seventies was played
everywhere. There were communes and squats everywhere and people
drifted into the area, many from abroad, to be part of the scene.
London W11 in the 70s. 12. Conclusion
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